Eric couldn't wait until it was time to go home. He glanced at his watch, then the picture of his wife Marie and their two year old daughter Steffani that was perched up on his desk. It was only four o'clock. He wanted to get home because today was his wife's birthday and he wanted to do something special with her. He sat behind his desk wondering if he shou...
It was a typical Saturday night for Adam and his friends, as they left the packed nightclub. Their t-shirts stuck to them as they entered the cool air. Carly ran to the usual bench on the street outside. Adam and Kev sauntered over, pushing her along to sit down. "Fuck me, I'm knackered," Kev puffed out, as he collapsed on the bench. All three of them eyein...
INTRODUCTION Dear Reader--If you haven't read the previous Gay Boy Story here are a few paragraphs to introduce our hero. This story dates from an episode that took place about eight months ago. It was just before the Harvey Weinstein scandals broke. ------------ YOU CAN CALL ME DONNIE, most of the guys do. My real name shouldn't interest you. Don't I ha...
Marshall and Lee rose early the next morning, pausing just long enough to enjoy a quick cup of coffee before heading to the Alamo church. Few tourists were about yet. They left an offering in the basket by the door, lit two candles, then selected an empty pew and knelt, each man becoming lost in his own thoughts. Marshall refused to think about the period o...
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the sr71plt story "Helpful Hiker.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light i...
After a recent move I needed my cable transferred over to the new place, they gave me the day, and the four hour window, the guy called, "I am so sorry sir but I am stuck in traffic, I will be there within the hour!" "Thank you for calling and letting me know!" "Thank you for being so understanding sir!" He arrived about an hour later, my day was not...
It had been a bad start to the day, I had a meeting I was late for, the client was waiting patiently, while I was stuck in traffic, I had my assistant bring them coffee and apologies for my tardiness. I was zooming along when I ran a red light, and wouldn't you know it; a policeman was there waiting to pull me over. I sat in my car as I waited for him to c...
I got home by teatime on the Sunday. I lay on my bed. God, I was missing Ronnie and the guys. Did that just happen? Did I really take every guy on the course? Was I really drenched in hot spunk? How many times did Ronnie and I come? I thought of Colin and his huge cock. Did I really suck him off several times? Did Mark really take me against the kitchen sink...
I had found him through a friend of a friend of a friend. He didn't look like much when we met in Starbucks to discuss particulars. In fact, he didn't look at all like what I wanted. "So, how did you settle on this?" he asked me. "It was a costume party," I answered. "I hadn't, you know, been much interested in or turned on by anything until then, and . ....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-4 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris paced antsily back and forth, eyeing the windows...